One day in September

We arrived in San Francisco about 5pm, after an interesting plane flight with some woman showing us photos of her kids. She obviously was a little geographically challenged, not only did she think we came from Austria, but she didn't even seem to know Australia existed. She also looked just as blank when I offered up kangaroos and koalas as a suggestion to jog her memory.

It took us about an hour to get to the hotel. The last 2 blocks took about 30 minutes due to a traffic jam. Quite the different experience from little old Hobart.

We had to check in quickly and jump on a bus quickly so we wouldn't miss the singing of the National Anthem or the first bounce. Luckily we got there in time, and got some beers and found a good spot where we could see one of the 1000 TVs they had showing the game.

I needn't give a run down of the game, I think everyone knows how it ended. The pub started packed but by half time the crowd had thinned out quite a bit. Just a few hardcore aussies left, and of course we just had to have a chat to them all.

There was a few varied stories, some there on holidays like us, some living in the US, and one girl from Geelong who married an American and has been living in San Francisco for the past 7 years.

Not having any real idea where we were and what time the buses ran etc. we figured it best to catch a cab back for some much needed sleep.